Plan XXX From Outer Space: Lesbian Orgy

"Where are we with the script?" Angelica asked.

"Jenny's finished most of it," Diana said as she closed and bolted the door behind her. Lois, still holding the dickgirl's hand, looked around at the sets—one stage was a greenscreen and featured expensive-looking motion-capture gear, but the others were more practical—some sort of office, a kind of crypt, what might have been the inside of an alien space ship.

"Mara's done some fantastic work with our costumes and props," Diana added. "We're just having the teensy-tiniest of disagreements over a creativity issue..."

"I'm not letting you cum in me!" A young woman's voice shouted. The reporter turned to see a small Asian woman in a dark wig and a long, flowing black dress scream at a taller, bustier woman with coppery curls dressed in a heavy black suit. A very realistic-looking prosthetic penis jutted out from the taller woman's crotch, a little smaller than Angelica's cock. "I'm a lesbian!"

"It's not REAL cum!" the red-head shot back, the fake phallus wobbling in anger. "And you seriously need a dicking, you stuck-up little twat!"

Lois recognized the smaller woman as Tonya Wong; the taller redhead as Jenny Dunlap. Beside her, Angelica sighed.

"I thought the film was going to be about lesbians?" The dickgirl said. "I mean, it's in the title."

"It is! There are! We're going to have a whole daisy-chain where we lick each other's pussies and everything!" Diana said. "But Jenny is insisting that our lead actress needs a creampie, and Mara has this whole ejaculating strap-on set up and Tonya is going all diesel-dyke on us..."

"I don't see you volunteering to get railed!" The Asian woman shot back. "You know I have issues about that ever since...since..."

The young woman sank to her knees and began to cry. Jenny immediately knelt down and started to hug her, all her anger evaporating.

"She was ****," Diana said to Lois, sotto voce. "Total phallusophobia."

"She has a point," the reporter told her. "Does it have to be her? You could use a body double or a..."

"...stunt cunt!" Diana said, smacking herself in the forehead. "Of course! We just need the right camera angle and...oh."

She frowned. "No, that won't work. Mara is too dark and has labia tattoos, and I've got my piercings...our pussies don't look anything like hers. That's even if we could fit into her dress, which we couldn't."

"You know Lois," Angelica said, giving her hand a little squeeze. "You're about Tonya's size. Put a wig on, a little makeup..."

Lois stared at her lover of the evening aghast. "You want me to star in porn?"

"Why not? We won't show your face. No one will know but us. And..." Blaze gave herself a smile. "You don't have to do it with Jenny. If you stand in for our leading lady, I'll stand in for the...best support cock."

The reporter stared at Angelica Blaze hard. The dickgirl's whole faced radiated innocent sincerity...and Lois didn't have to look down to know she was already hard again, the fat cock straining against her pants.

"Do you have any condoms?" Lois asked.

"Um...no? I mean, we have dental dams and..." Diana coughed politely. "I mean, we're lesbians. But, uh, we can pay you extra..."